Posted 10/26/2014 1:11 PM (GMT 0)
I'm currently in Mauritius working as a muralist for 6 weeks, I'm 1 week in and am feeling the lowest I've felt in years.
I work 6 days a week and have Sunday off, when I first got here I was little homesick but I expected that and thought it would go away within a day or two like it usually does when I'm on holiday or when I worked at a summer camp on America a few years ago.
Instead of getting better, I seem to have done the exact opposite and plunged into a pit of despair. I wake up early at 6am feeling incredibly panicked and stressed with a tight chest, throughout the day I feel trapped and on the verge of tears. I have no motivation to do the work but I have to go in and pretend I'm feeling okay everyday. I cried at work the other day, then I go back to my apartment and because there isn't much to do apart from use the weak wifi, I don't really look forward to nights either cause I can't relax. I'm torn between wanting to go out and take my mind off it, and staying in because the thought of feigning happiness is exhausting. The people I'm out here with are really friendly but they're all older, more mature and way more independent than me, I've hinted how I feel and whilst they sympathise there and then, I don't think they really know what it feels like and therefore can't help, so I tend to just put on a brave face whilst inside I honestly feel like my heart is being compressed.
If I was going home next week I'd feel better but knowing I've got 5 more weeks of work feeling like this is frightening. I miss home so much, if I had my bf out here with me I'd feel 100% better because it would comfort me and I'd enjoy myself more.
I feel silly because this is most amazing opportunity and I am so lucky to be here, I have work friends back home who are so jealous of me. I am constantly on the verge of tears, I've been trying positive thinking but the negative weight in the back of my throat is too powerful. Yesterday we went ziplining and quadbiking which are things that I love, and for the moments of time I was doing them it was a brief respite from the profound sadness im feeling.
I feel trapped in this country, I can't go home until the 6 weeks is up because that's when I have to work until and when my flight is booked, but the 10 year old child in me wants to go home now. Desperately. I feel awful.
I don't know what anyone on here can do for me but it's nice to talk to people who may understand the sheer awfulness of what I'm going through.